art by @Endling(TheArtingStarvist.)
I am flesh
A walking sheath of barbs
The pinpoint of pleasure
Full of every annoying nag
Demanding the deep
Singing it’s real
The only thing I think I feel
Heavy links cuff him
While I am dared to carry them
Whilst I am dared to love him
And at first glance
There is a crave for connection
Affection
Lustation
Frustration
All I have is the nothing
Covered by death
I am flesh
Just flesh and blood and bone
So long as the path I walk
Is a sheath of barbs
You are the only thing I think is real
j. r. wallington 